Sunday, July 22, 2012


The Needle Sings to the Book


What you print and fold,
I bind together, the thread

that allows the word,
whoever its mouth,

to lie with another,
line by line, face to face.

So I would bind men
whatever their speech

prod them to lie open,
prod them to lie, if necessary,

for isn’t that your nature,
to be both true and untrue

without breaking your spine?
Unlike you, I need no words

for my continuance, nothing but
this point to make my point,

and that quick and quick enough.
I draw this thread through

your body as if I too
had a tongue to sing.

Lois Marie Harrod


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